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bit late for the xmas party but nevermind
Dec. 22nd, 2017 11:22 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
andthesunAh. This is...
[ Karna stepped into the battlefield to find out that the entire thing has been replaced by the Plaza. He looked around, by all means looking as bored as ever, although there is a hint of being bothered underneath his nonchalant expression. He sighed, lowering his lance but keeping it by his side. ]
...an inconvenience. [ After all, he had been ordered to fight the Lancer of Black, and, although this entire thing is beyond his control and not to be concerned about (he had a legendary bad luck, after all), it is still inconvenient. He turned to the nearest person, his tone polite and aloof, but at the same time there is the vaguest hint of a threat. ]
Where is the way out?
[ To all passersby: there is now a young man dressed in an elaborate-looking armour with an equally matching lance and red cape, and he's kind of...fairly underdressed for this season. For those of you magically inclined, he's also exuding magical energy...very much so. Thankfully, he's not under one of those mistletoes yet, so he's still free to move. He had a somewhat bored expression, his fine features regal and distant. You might be the lucky person who either both spotted him entering the Plaza and being asked, or merely the latter. Either way, the Heroic Spirit is talking to you. ]
[ Karna stepped into the battlefield to find out that the entire thing has been replaced by the Plaza. He looked around, by all means looking as bored as ever, although there is a hint of being bothered underneath his nonchalant expression. He sighed, lowering his lance but keeping it by his side. ]
...an inconvenience. [ After all, he had been ordered to fight the Lancer of Black, and, although this entire thing is beyond his control and not to be concerned about (he had a legendary bad luck, after all), it is still inconvenient. He turned to the nearest person, his tone polite and aloof, but at the same time there is the vaguest hint of a threat. ]
Where is the way out?
[ To all passersby: there is now a young man dressed in an elaborate-looking armour with an equally matching lance and red cape, and he's kind of...fairly underdressed for this season. For those of you magically inclined, he's also exuding magical energy...very much so. Thankfully, he's not under one of those mistletoes yet, so he's still free to move. He had a somewhat bored expression, his fine features regal and distant. You might be the lucky person who either both spotted him entering the Plaza and being asked, or merely the latter. Either way, the Heroic Spirit is talking to you. ]
